Here's the first prompt!
Running Home in the Rain
Water exploded under his sneakers. His laces, which had untied nearly three blocks ago, whipped his calves with each stride. The pouring rain hid his tears and for that he was grateful; a man never cries. He crossed the front yard and knocked the old door open with his shoulder. He went straight for his bed, casting his bag against the wall and kicking his shoes off to join it. He buried his head under his pillow and yelled into his ratty blankets and mattress, "<Finish This>!"
"I hate Penelope Clark!" -- Or some other girl that picks on him...
ReplyDeleteThat's definitely a possible take on it.
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